The sun hung high, casting its bright rays upon the land.
The street from Buyun Tower to the inner city gave Li Mo the distinct impression of heading to a concert—fan merchandise and souvenirs were everywhere, and the prices were downright...
A scam.
For instance, a single oversized doll cost fifty taels of silver, and the "ice-block" version was even pricier.
"Do people actually buy this stuff?" Li Mo couldn't help but wonder.
"I'll take all six."
Ying Bing clutched several plush "Divine Hammer Little Tyrant" dolls in her arms, finally relaxing a little.
Then she turned to look at Li Mo. Today, she wore her "Lunar Fairy Gown," exuding an aura of icy elegance—yet the sight of her hugging a pile of oversized dolls created quite the contrast.
"I want them."
The Phoenix Heavenly Empress might have many things...
But money wasn’t one of them.
"Ice-block, don’t you already have one of these dolls?"
Li Mo pulled out a silver note. "How about we just buy one? The six dolls in your arms are getting squished out of shape."
The plush versions of "Little Li" were currently enduring pressures they were never meant to bear, contorting into pitiful shapes.
"No, I want all of them."
"......"
"Little brother, buy them for me..."
Li Mo realized that he, the mighty Divine Hammer Little Tyrant, was embarrassingly weak-willed.
The moment Ying Bing called him "little brother," his hand automatically handed over all the silver notes. If she ever called him "big brother" in the future, how would he even handle it?
He pondered for a moment and concluded that he had no defense.
"Frost Fairy, no need to pay—just give me an autograph!"
"The money must be paid."
Ying Bing stored all the dolls from the stall into her own oversized doll, a faint glimmer of satisfaction in her eyes.
"Do you know which other stalls are selling these?"
"Of course—Old Meng, Old Liang, Old Zhou, they all have them. After all, some people buy a Frost Fairy doll and end up taking a Divine Hammer Little Tyrant along with it."
"Got it. Thanks."
The stall owner carefully tucked the silver note into his robes—clearly, he had no intention of spending it.
This was something to enshrine at home, offering incense to it daily...
From there, Li Mo, Ying Bing, and the ever-following Shang Qinqing swept through stall after stall.
By the end, every oversized doll had been absorbed into Ying Bing’s collection...
Only when no more Divine Hammer Little Tyrant dolls could be found did a trace of contentment finally surface in Ying Bing’s eyes.
Now, she was the only one who had them.
"These dolls are pretty well-made."
Li Mo also picked up a Frost Fairy doll, tucking it into his pouch and occasionally giving it a squeeze.
Huh...
It was kind of fun, wasn’t it?
No wonder Ice-block liked rubbing the dolls’ heads so much.
"Aah... this scent! The fragrance of the divine..."
Shang Qinqing wore a look of intoxicated bliss, inwardly praising her own genius.
Because the supplier of all these oversized dolls...
Was her.
By the time they reached the inner city, the stalls had thinned out.
There simply wasn’t any space left for them—waves of noise and chatter filled the air, crowds packed like pouring rain.
At a glance, thousands stretched from the inner city’s entrance far into the distance. Today, even outsiders from the outer city had squeezed in, along with visitors from all corners of the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.
Behind the sea of people stood grand canopied pavilions, where those of notable status sat—the further in, the more prestigious.
Naturally, Li Mo’s group passed through unimpeded.
"So lively."
Li Mo couldn’t help but feel his blood stir.
"Did you learn it all?" Ying Bing asked softly.
"Enough to get by!"
Li Mo clenched his fist.
To master that single move, "Divine Thunder Vanquishing Evil," and the sword intent of the Heavenly Sword Tomb, he had spent the equivalent of a thousand years’ worth of martial insights over the past few days.
"Mmm..."
Ying Bing lowered her gaze, a line of text appearing before her eyes.
[System Notification: Next ranking update in five days.]
[Defeat Penalty: Be marked with forty-nine "strawberries" by the victor and call them "husband."]
Her lashes fluttered slightly as she touched her neck.
Surely... he had learned this too, right?
"Brother Li!"
"Let’s go in together!"
"How’s your sword training coming along?"
Inside the inner city, many young prodigies greeted him.
If nothing else...
When it came to connections, the Divine Hammer Little Tyrant was undoubtedly number one in Hidden Dragon.
......
Between the inner city and the palace’s Meridian Gate floated an elevated arena.
The wooden platform shimmered with a faint golden glow—a relic from when the Martial Emperor renovated Mount Shanhai Palace. Damaged sections could be repaired with the infusion of spirit crystals.
Beneath the arena, gilded canopies gleamed brilliantly under the sun.
Here sat the scions of nobility and royalty.
Crown Prince Jiang Yu occupied the foremost seat, with princes and princesses deferring to him.
"Big Brother will undoubtedly take first place in Hidden Dragon again. Nothing worth watching," the Fourth Prince remarked with a shrug.
Princess Yuyang lifted her chin. "Naturally. The gap between Xie Xuan and Eldest Brother is vast, let alone the others."
"I wouldn’t be so sure."
Zhong Zhenyue was also present. As the son of the Southern Suppressing King—one of Great Yu’s last remaining divine generals—he held higher standing here than some of the lesser royals.
"Lady Ying and Brother Li only began their martial journey a year ago."
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
